Pirates aren't the only people who cause others to say "arrgh."
It’s a mistake to put me in charge.
Even when what I’m being put in charge of is as small as our work shipping account.
Someone realized this a week ago, so I had called the shipping company’s contact and requested they switch the admin to a newly hired coworker. I then had days to prepare for the call taking me through the transfer process, during which I completely forgot it was going to happen.
Don’t you wish I worked for you?
No?
Well then.
But at 3pm I receieved the call. “Ms. Wittling, do you have our site open?”
“Um, no… give me a second. Um… one more second. I’m just trying to remember my login. It was something with my name…”
“Oh,” she replied “I can give you the login, but I can’t supply you with your password.”
“That’d be great! What is it?”
So I typed in my login, while realizing I have no idea whatsoever what I used as my password.
Clicking on the supplied link, I was presented with a security question.
“What is the name of your childhood pet?”
Huh.
I tried every one I could think of before confessing to the woman on the phone, “I’m sorry, I just can’t remember my password.”
“Try answering the security question.”
“Yeah, I tried that, and I can’t get it to work.”
After reading the question aloud she asked me my answer.
“Well, Sugar or Muffins or Bert or Ernie the goldfish…”
“Okay. Sugar… no. Muffins… no. What was the last one?”
“There’s two – Bert and Ernie the goldfish. You know, after the pair on Sesame Street? I probably wouldn’t have included their species detail in the answer.”
“No, sorry, you should try the email option.”
After clicking to have the password emailed to me I maximized Outlook and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It slowly dawned on me – my work recently changed email addresses, and they probably weren’t changed in the system.
At this point we had to start a conference with another tech person who went into the system and changed my password.
“Now,” she advised, “just open the email and click the link to confirm the change.”
“Okay, got the email, give me a second... it says I have to log in to confirm…”
“Yes,” she responded, “that’s required.”
“Well, I can’t log in – that’s why we’re talking, I need my email changed so it will email me my password to log in.”
When my coworker leaned over in the midst of this conversation to ask why I was blushing, I knew it was just another successful day at work.
The pirate section is my favorite part of museums
Unless they have a ninja section,
Megan
p.s.~ Kris at Pretty All True has honored me with quite undeserving praise as a featured blogger this week.
Me, At Work
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Embarrassment is always funny in retrospect,
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This stuff happens so often I should be used to it